The
Earth would die
If the sun stopped kissing her.
Hafiz,
The Gift
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In the heat of the summer
The plants soon wilt without water
And dogs without affection
Grow sorrowful,
And children, without nurture
Soon wilt
All creation needs
To be touched with warmth
And love
When we do not get kissed
When that is not there
No matter what else we have
Money
Power
Prestige
Success
We cannot waken to joy
We cannot fully live
And piece by piece
Day by day
We
die
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